Unlike water or wine or even Coca-Cola, sweet tea means something. It is a tell, a tradition. Sweet tea isn't a drink, really. It's culture in a glass.
There's something interesting about being really intimate and familiar with Israel, but still being American - that really thin piece of glass between me and my experiences.
We've been taught, "Deny yourself pleasure. " But moderation is harder because it requires really committing to balance. When I tell my trainer I had a glass of wine, he'll say, "Liquid bread!" And I'm like, "Ugh, but it was a nice one. " It's a matter of checks and balances. And I finally found out how to set myself up to succeed. But I still need to commit to it. And everything gets exponentially harder the older you are. Fifty is a terrifying number for some people.
I feel sorry for Obama because he's still got to fight the innate racism of Americans. I mean, did you see his first speech, when he got made President and they put all that bullet proof glass in front of him? I think that shows you how racist America still is. Just because he's black doesn't mean he's going to shoot anybody.
I'd give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer.
This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.
What happens to the wide-eyed observer when the window between reality and unreality breaks and the glass begins to fly?
There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker.
Cinderella was such a dork. She left behind her glass slipper at the ball and then went right back to her step-monster's house. It seems to me she should have worn the glass slipper always, to make herself easier to find. I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in their magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said, "Could you drop me off down the road please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know?. . . I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.
Glass breaks so easily. No matter how careful you are.
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.
Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass.
I love pretty things; and I hate to look in the glass and see something that isn't pretty. It makes me feel so sorrowful—just as I feel when I look at any ugly thing. I pity it because it isn't beautiful.
The Catholic Church is like a thick steak, a glass of red wine, and a good cigar.
Karl Marx himself preferred a glass of claret to the mug of tea affected by some of his recent converts.
If efforts to do social work are couched in selfish motives, then they will die a premature death. Why would my efforts get politicised? I have values I inherited from my father. He helped many. Anyone, even a postman knocking on our door would get a glass of water and some sweets.
Running a start-up is like eating glass. You just start to like the taste of your own blood.
Someone's got to break the glass ceiling, and once it's broken, everybody else comes clamouring up behind.
Philip Glass once told me, "They can always copy what you've done, but they can't copy what you're going to do. "
I'm an appalling cook. I can just about create a glass of orange juice and a ham-and-cheese sandwich.